Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Index,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.